Altho' his feelings
he chose to suppress,
human and Vulcan,
yet, so as to process,
when overwhelmed,
in need of time apart,
and not upset
the apple cart,
to get things off his chest,
emotions, thoughts
and personal challenges,
of all kinds and several sorts,
on board the starship Enterprise,
the First Officer they'd have to replace,
when Spock told Captain Kirk,
'I need my space!'
Dusk darker themed—
Eventide, where I drifting, dreamed
Softly sighing, stars arcing gleamed
Moonlight and shade pass over me.
My life and day now pass away
While in the glooming dusk I lay
Time abides till our final day
Then whisks us up and far far away
Into that darkness flecked with light
Seeking our place midst starry night
Silently roams the meteor,
Left to right—
Pray, a gleeful soul taken flight?
Far far above the moonlit blue
Turned the living orb, shining-new
Passed the horizon a glow endue
The Sun, golden, dawning into view.
I’m out of this world.
I’ve been out for a long time.
I want out of this world.
I’ve left it all behind.
I’m in a whole new world divine.
It's far above the skies.
It has its lows and highs,
But I can’t wait, for this new world of mine.
It’s a spiritual world I'm in,
A dimension living here and now.
I am immersed in it,
And spreading it all around.
I find others along the way,
And I can help them there.
They are searching for this place,
And I tell them, “It’s everywhere.”
But beware, for if you leave it,
It won’t exist inside your soul,
And if not, you cannot find true happiness,
Nor play your godly role.
This place will teach you who you are,
And bring you to where Christ is,
So that this place will never be far,
And you can be fully nourished by Him.
Have you found this place?
It’s out of this world.
Can you see it in my face?
I am safely encircled.
How
Do you
Come to see
What bothers me?
Your perceptive mind reading just thrills me
Sipping her tea without any visible relish,
Her crumpled bag of shopping at her tired feet,
Alone she sits in the cafe and isolatedly apart
Stranded in her sorrowful sea of sadness
Only to raise momentarily her sightless eyes
At the sound of the peripheral trivial vivacity
Portending the levity of another tomorrow
Before relapsing into her inward gaze
To consider not the future but endless eternity.
That picture echoed in her hollowed out cheeks
Her funereal clothes, lacklustre look and lifeless lethargy
Spelling out a life no longer enjoyable
More of a sentence to be endured.
She drags herself out of her chair
Gathering her belongings together
For her unsteady exit
To enter upon the remaining days
Of her final moribund pilgrimage
There was a gal who saw little green men
while drinking Guinness - about nine or ten,
she thought they would disappear
if she stopped the Irish beer...
but she's become their earthly specimen!
nobody knows where I’m going
I am not a child of this world
they say I’m just passing through
but I know the difference between the lines
of hate and love in a haunted world where the rain falls hard
and the fools run the show
Time is not on my side
And I don’t see straight down the line
I see the curve that we can’t make at this speed
Put the break on and call the dogs home
It’s never to late to call it a day
Leave it to the people who care
Cause I’m the lonely type
Cigarettes and beer
window down walking down the track
waiting for a train out of this world
Intelligent life is out there;
I can't see this being untrue.
So on that premise let's be fair,
There are alien poets too.
My only question is therefore,
How "human" stacks as metaphor.
Heard the term “out of this world” a few times
Should be used sparingly for special moments divine
Like a pizza supreme
A belly satisfying dream
Or a roll in the hay with a filly sublime
Such wondrous vista on high, what magical secrets will it share
Since the very beginning, we've dreamt of this voyage extraordinaire
Not too many years from now
Man will discover how
Get ready for an out-of-this-world vacation totally rare
each page is a portal
to another dimension
opened by the spell
of poetic intention
each line is a boundary
waiting to be breached
by splendid creativity
so enlightenment can be reached
each pen is a wand
holding creative power
transporting us beyond
current place and hour
each swirl of ink
creates a brand new world
into which we sink
anticipating being whirled
round and round
the realm of imagination
where magic can be found
poetry's beautiful destination
How do you mock he who's chosen by the Gods?
Enslaved minds failing to acknowledge the reality before their eyes,
Cut from different cloths courage cooked from different pots,
Guess I died long ago I'm just living the minutes attached to this mortal flesh,
Breath anxious to part this earth,
You still are trying to piece these lines while I bring peace to your souls, spiritually.
My mind is not mortal; my thoughts are not of the living,
Way passed the human time zone, there I go like a star shot,
Left your mind twerking in confusion, a dust heading into forever on a mission
Another day gone
I come home
And see you standing there
Arms open wide
You hold me like
I've been away for years
Moon light glow
First thing I know
your touch takes me away
Love so sweet
Leading me
Right through heaven's gates
It's out of this world
What you do to me
Angels like you
Are few and far between
No one else on earth
Loves me like you girl
Your rush is out of this world
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You are cordially invited
To a party on the moon!
We’re not quite sure about the date,
But relatively soon!
In case you were wondering
About how you should dress;
Feel free to beam yourself aboard
In your futuristic best.
It’ll be light-years of fun,
We’ll have a cosmic ball!
We can all take selfies with the Earth
And make ourselves feel small.
It will last a lunar hour,
Which is 1.13 days.
It will be a first for earthlings,
A total blast in every way!
So if you think you’re brave enough
To party on the moon,
Our spaceship fits 500,
So RSVP soon!
Out of this world are my thoughts you see cause they are filled with and vitality
infinite minds roaming these galaxy's exploring space and time vertures of all kinds.
finding mind blowing super nova that still await to be discovered,
and seen by man kind and to become known impious as if this kind
of existence was never before what that you hear is a knocking on the door.
so open up to reality and you will see that the truth his been hidden from humanity.
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